Mysterious Red ox of Saco
In the vast flatlands of northeastern Montana
Lies the ranching town of Saco—
Not a place you'd linger long,
A dusty stop where life moves slow.

Yet day-trippers come for the countryside,
To hike the hills or fish for trout.
And now and then, a stranger appears—
A woman of mystery, drifting about.

Tall and striking, she walks with grace,
Her fiery red hair catching the light.
In western jeans and cowgirl boots,
She turns heads passing out of sight.

Some men freeze, some steal a glance,
Breath held tight in fleeting chance.
A warm smile, a tip of her hat—
A moment they won’t soon forget.

Saco rests in the Milk River Valley,
Once walked by the Chippewa-Cree.
Could she be part of that native past?
A legend? A ghost? Or simply free?

For now, she remains an enigma,
A vision that slips beyond the light.
The town folk whisper when she’s gone—
The Red Fox of Saco… by name and by night.